#Agent Thoth's #Personal Log: Day 628

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Agent Thoth discusses more of the trials and tribulations associated with living with hominids. Incidentally, if you've missed Agent Thoth's earlier entries, you can find them here: Thoth's Journal

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Agent Thoth's Personal Log

Day Six-Hundred-Twenty-Eight:

Lately, my hominid-servant has been rather remiss in ensuring that the level of food in my bowl does not fall below acceptable levels. In the past, the amount of food in my bowl remained fairly consistent; it was only the lack of variety that was a problem. But now, I often find myself wondering if she intends to starve me to death!

I'm not certain she is fully aware of the issue, however. It seems to me that the problem is the result of the rate at which the juvenile felid consumes food. I believe my hominid-servant may not have taken into account the additional demands on the food supply that have resulted from his addition to my household. After all, hominids are not terribly bright.

Since the dangerously low levels of food may simply be the result of inattention on my hominid-servant's part, I have attempted to bring this problem to her notice by sitting by my food bowl and vocalizing loudly. My hominid-servant remains resistant to any attempt to teach her to communicate properly, so I have resorted to utilizing frequencies for my vocalizations that my calculations indicate are painfully piercing to hominid hearing and uttering them at the maximum decibel level that my vocal cords are capable of producing.

In spite of my best efforts, however, my hominid-servant remains stubbornly obtuse. The only response I have been able to provoke from her is to have her pet my head and call me "noisy." When I then run to my bowl, she just smiles and points at it and tells me to "eat up." Argh! If I could be assured of sufficient food availability I would already have "eaten up!"

At this point, I despair of ever discovering any evidence of true intelligence in the hominid species. On a more practical note, I will continue to report back on the food levels maintained in my bowl by my hominid-servant and will issue an immediate alert should they reach critical lows. Assuming, of course, that hunger has not rendered me too weak to operate my recording equipment.

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